PFC Chapter 664
Chapter 664
Ling Yanyan shook his head, sighed, and then continued to heal his wounds, waiting to recover.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a short arrow shot over. Ling Yan Yan frowned and dodged it with a quick movement.
"Whoosh!"
Another short arrow flew over, and Ling Yanyan's face darkened as he dodged it once more.
Short arrows shot towards Ling Yan Yan one after another, each one as fast as lightning, making it impossible to defend against.
After dodging several short arrows, Ling Yanyan was already wounded and his clothes were torn to pieces.
"Damn it, these guys are insane! I don't believe you can hold out until dawn!" Ling Yanyan cursed, then took out a few pills and swallowed them.
Then I entered a meditative state again and began to restore my body's vital energy.
As dawn broke, Ling Yanyan finally recovered his vital energy.
Ling Yanyan stood up, stretched his limbs, and then looked up ahead.
"Hmm?" Ling Yanyan saw a row of thirteen people standing in front of him, all of whom were wearing black cloaks.
"Who exactly are you?" Ling Yanyan asked, staring at the thirteen people opposite him.
"Who sent you?" Ling Yanyan pondered for a moment before continuing to ask.
"Heh! You're not qualified to know. Just surrender obediently, and perhaps we'll leave you with a whole corpse," a man in black robes said coldly.
"You don't have the ability to kill me." Ling Yanyan sneered, then brandished his long sword and charged at his opponent.
"You're courting death!" The leader of the black-robed men sneered, then drew his longsword from his back and charged forward.
In an instant, the two weapons clashed violently, sparks flying everywhere.
"Crack!"
Just then, Ling Yanyan cleaved the longsword in the black-robed man's hand into two pieces.
The black-robed man's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Ling Yanyan's sword to be so terrifying. This weapon was a top-grade Xuan-level sword, yet it had been cleaved in two by the opponent's sword.
"Who exactly are you? Why did you kill my men?" The man in black robes suppressed his heartache and questioned sharply.
"Hmph! So what if I killed him? Why all the nonsense?" Ling Yanyan snorted coldly, then the long sword in his hand transformed into a silver-white streak and slashed fiercely at the black-robed man.
"Pfft!" The black-robed man was cleaved in two by the sword, and blood splattered all over the ground.
"Ah!" The remaining six men in black robes cried out in panic upon seeing their companion killed, and fled in all directions.
"Trying to run? Not so easy." Ling Yanyan's lips curled into a cruel smile. With a flick of his arm, dozens of tiny pebbles shot towards the six men in black robes like a meteor shower.
A scream rang out as the five men in black robes clutched their legs and groaned in pain, clearly having been hit in the legs by Ling Yanyan's pebble.
"Whoosh!" Ling Yanyan's figure rushed out quickly, chasing after one of the black-robed men, and pierced the black-robed man's chest with a sword.
The man in black robes stared wide-eyed at Ling Yanyan in disbelief, then his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground. Even in death, he couldn't understand why Ling Yanyan was so strong.
He even felt that Ling Yanyan's strength was higher than his own, but what he couldn't understand was why Ling Yanyan, who was clearly at the peak of the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm, possessed such terrifying strength.
Ling Yanyan looked at the man in black robes and said coldly, "Since you have done something wrong, you should bear the consequences."
After saying that, Ling Yanyan walked up to another man in black robes and slashed down with his long sword without hesitation.
"Clang!" A crisp metallic sound rang out as Ling Yanyan's longsword clashed with the black-robed man's spear, sending a tremendous shockwave through Ling Yanyan's entire body.
Ling Yanyan felt a numbness in his hand and almost lost his grip on the sword. He quickly let go and retreated several meters, then looked warily at the man in black robes.